“Undo the cuffs, Diego,” she said, with a hint of pleading in her words now.
He smiled and slid his palm up toward one breast, kneaded the soft flesh.
She closed her eyes on a long exhale and twisted to the side. As if she would deny him access. He stood up from the bed and eyed the dips and valleys of her body, need yanking relentlessly at his groin.
He shed his clothes quietly and rejoined her on the bed.
“Are your breasts already fuller, gatinha?” he asked, his words slurring around his tongue. “You’re not quite showing, but I see the signs.” He kissed the curve of her hip. “Here.” He planted another one on her stomach. “Here.”
Her gaze flew open, stroked over his naked body with a swift greed that set his teeth on edge. “You’re still punishing me for walking away, aren’t you?”
“I’m not. I adore seeing you naked, searching for the small little changes in your body that my children might already be causing.”
She swallowed visibly, her gaze filled with a dark fear.
“I prefer to lie in bed with you and savor every inch of you instead of screwing you against the wall.”
A single tear rolled out of her eye and he caught it with his mouth. It knocked the breath from his lungs. He palmed her face and forced her to look at him. “If you want me to stop—?”
She shook her head, the remaining unshed tears making her eyes twinkle like precious stones. “I’m...glad that it’s your children inside me, Diego.”
He felt a strange tightness in his chest as he captured her mouth again. Even the erotic pull of her mouth wasn’t enough to dilute the disappointment that slashed through him. He’d had the feeling she had meant to say something else. But, as usual, she had kept it to herself.
And why the hell was he hanging on to each word of hers like a faithful little dog? He needed to keep this on his terms.
He palmed her breast and felt a shudder go through him as the pebbled tip rasped against his palm. Her moan, almost bordering on a sob, filled his ears. His fingers looked worse than rough around the puckered nipple. He flicked it with the pad of his thumb and she pushed herself into his hand.
He kept his gaze on her, the sounds she made at the back of her throat, the lust that she couldn’t hide from him, bleeding into the air around him, giving him unparalleled satisfaction.
She was his wife. She was going to be the mother of his children. This strong, brilliant, stubborn woman, who was worried that she didn’t care about the babies in her womb, she needed him, needed something only he could give her.
In that moment she was unraveled at his touch, a hair trigger away from exploding with pleasure again.
Desire was a feral pounding in his veins. He hardened a little more, heat billowing from his very skin.
Nothing but her short gasp could have stopped him, so intent was he on losing his mind in her body and its softness.
“What is it, pequena?”
Her gaze took a few seconds to focus on him. She wiggled her handcuffed wrists and scrunched her nose. “They’re beginning to hurt now.”
He unlocked them instantly.
The next moment was a blur to his lust-soaked brain. As soon as he took the handcuffs off her she rolled away from him.
But he was in no mood for games or smiles. Somewhere between rubbing oil onto her body and seeing her naked he had begun losing control of himself again, started losing a small part of himself again. And he was damned if he’d let her take anything he wasn’t willing to give.
“Come here, Kim,” he said arrogantly.
Her gaze widened. She hadn’t obviously missed the dark edge to his words. But of course she didn’t heed his warning. She never did. It was always a battle of wills with her.
“Make me.”
* * *
Kim squealed as Diego trapped her neatly on the bed. She threw punches. Not one fazed him. She even aimed her leg for a swift kick. It was too late.
He held her beneath him, his body a blazing furnace of tightly controlled desire.
He bent his mouth and took her nipple in his mouth. She lost the capacity for all coherent thought. He suckled at it—deep, long pulls that instantly sent pangs of need arrowing down to her sex—while his erection throbbed against her thighs.
She bucked off the bed, a throaty moan ripped from her throat. She snuck her hands into Diego’s hair and held him there. He softly blew on the nipple and turned his attention to the other one. He rolled it between his fingers, rasped his stubble against the sensitive underside. She was ready to climax again.
She moved her legs restlessly and the rasp of his hair-roughened leg against hers sent sensations spiraling inside her. He closed his lips on the nipple and tugged it between his teeth. It was beyond bearable, bordering on pain-pleasure.